Balraj Sahni @100...तुझ पे दिल कुर्बान

Soumitra Chatterjee:

"One person who really inspired me was Balraj Sahani. I think he is the best cinema actor that India has ever seen. He could carry on a big role, a hero's role with the nuances of a character actor."

Peter Aspden:

"The Italian neorealist classic, Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycle Thieves (1948) was subtly retitled The Bicycle Thief in the US – “perhaps it was just an American idea that the man in a film has to be its hero,” says (David) Thomson. Producer David Selznick’s reaction to the film was a wish to cast Cary Grant in the lead role. The Americans missed the wider implications of De Sica’s heart-wrenching story, adds Thomson, and failed to acknowledge how the original title’s plural focused attention on systemic failure rather than individual culpability: “And so the country, horrified at the thought of Communist influence, suppressed the gently Marxist interpretation of the title.”..."

(Financial Times, October 19 2012)

HOLLY BRUBACH:

"...Time and again, Bogart was cast as a man of principle, and his finest qualities are on display in “Tough Without a Gun”: his decency and courage in championing Fatty Arbuckle, Peter Lorre, Joan Bennett and Gene Tierney when they were in dire straits and out of favor; his generosity to charities; his integrity in a town where promises were forgotten, not kept...Bogart’s appeal was and remains completely adult — so adult that it’s hard to believe he was ever young. If men who take responsibility are hard to come by in films these days, it’s because they’re hard to come by, period, in an era when being a kid for life is the ultimate achievement, and “adult” as it pertains to film is just a euphemism for pornography."

On May 1 2013, Balraj Sahni would have turned 100.


For me, he remains the greatest Indian actor I have seen and one of the best in the world. Multiple posts on this blog refer to him. (By the way he occasionally reminds me of Humphrey Bogart. Both died before they turned 60.)

How come he never worked with Satyajit Ray?


Sandip Ray, Mr. Ray's son:

"...In fact, he (Balraj Sahni) was one of the favourite actors of the Ray family and my father (Satyajit Ray) really wanted to have him act in his movie. He was toying with the idea of making Rajsingha (a historical novel by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay) in the 1960s with Balraj Sahni, but it’s a pity that it kind of fizzled out. He was a real admirer of Balrajji and the feeling was mutual..."

They say he did NOT win a single award. Shame on such awards and award givers! But then Auden, Borges, Conrad, Joyce, Kafka, Nabokov, Proust, Tolstoy, Twain, Ibsen, Chekhov, Zola never won literature Nobel! Balraj Sahni was such a name the field of acting.

Balraj Sahni and Ratan Kumar in Bimal Roy's 'Do Bigha Zamin', 1953

courtesy: Shemaroo

Shyam Benegal on DBZ:

"In the last 100 years, Indian cinema has seen several marvelous films. It is very difficult to choose one over the other another — should I choose from recent films or go back into the past? And also, why am I choosing one over the other? But if there is one film which simply has to be here, it is Do Bigha Zamin. Here, Bimal Roy took the camera out of the studio and to the streets and fields, shooting on location. Before this you didn’t quite get to see the real world. It was mainly make-believe, extraordinarily done but created in a particular place. Bimal Roy introduced realism with this movie. He showed that you didn’t need to follow the same conventions. And Balraj Sahni, with his exceptional performance, did the rest."

 Balraj Sahni in Hrishikesh Mukherjee's 'Anuradha', 1960

courtesy: Shemaroo

Can We Buy Min-suk Kim aka Kwang33 for IPL?...मनोज्ञ मुद्रा शिल्पित एक

They say billions are now riding the game of cricket, more specifically IPL. But the old cliche still holds: money can't buy every thing. 

Sure, you can buy no-balls, dropped catches, sixes, wide-balls, long hops, over-throws but can't 'buy' Korean illustrator Min-suk Kim, better known as Kwang33, who has been contributing to basketball publications for the past nine years.

Look at the following picture to realise what cricket is missing...

Michael Jordan in full flow

Artist: Min-suk Kim; 

Picture courtesy: Guardian, UK


Watching the picture is like reading the following Marathi poem of B S Mardhekar (बा सी मर्ढेकर):

"दणकट दंडस्नायू जैसे 
लोखंडाचे वळले नाग;
कभिन्न काळ्या मांड्या जैसा
पोलादाचा चिरला साग,

...

.यंत्रयुगांतिल नवनृत्याचा
स्थाणुभाव हा प्रगटे येथे
मनोज्ञ मुद्रा शिल्पित एक
संगमरवरी मांसामध्ये,

-अहा, कोळसेवाला काळा !
नव्या मनूतिल गिरिधर-पुतळा !!"

[poem no 46, "कांही कविता" ("kahi kavita") from "मर्ढेकरांची कविता" ("Mardhekaranchi Kavita"), 1959-1977; courtesy: राघव बाळ मर्ढेकर (Raghav Bal Mardhekar)]
  

When All That Is Over, Will Rankala Be Still There?

Paul Kingsnorth: 

"What am I to do with feelings like these? Useless feelings in a world in which everything must be made useful. Sensibilities in a world of utility. Feelings like this provide no “solutions”. They build no new eco-homes, remove no carbon from the atmosphere. This is head-in-the-clouds stuff, as relevant to our busy, modern lives as the new moon or the date of Lughnasadh. Easy to ignore, easy to dismiss, like the places that inspire the feelings, like the world outside the bubble, like the people who have seen it, if only in brief flashes beyond the ridge of some dark line of hills."

('Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist', Orion Magazine, Jan/Feb 2012)

 In May 2013, I went to Kolhapur (कोल्हापूर) after almost a decade.

I visited Ambabai (अंबाबाई) temple.

It has now become very crowded for my taste. Although more majestic and elegantly beautiful than the most, once it was like a temple in my neighborhood where we loved to go as kids, the way we went to Dutt (दत्त)  temple at Miraj. Now, it's a destination for almost all  Hindu religious tourism. Commerce, wealth and security on display are overwhelming.

Is it better to meet Ambabai in one's heart?

As a kid,  I always wondered: if the main temple is so crowded, why are the most other temples on the campus so empty? Are other deities less important or less magnanimous? This time too I wondered the same because when we went to Shakambhari (शाकंभरी) temple, there was almost no one. Even the priest  was sitting outside.

Earlier, I visited  Rankala (रंकाळा). Once, I used to go there at least once a year. What a pleasure it was walking a couple of km to the lake (some of it on unpaved road) with my elder cousin - Diluappa (दिलुअप्पा) and loitering there for a while and breathing deep in that cool gust. I felt as if I never left the place...I felt 40 years younger.

There were kites/hawks  flying over, occasionally swooping in to pick up pieces of bread/ trash thrown by visitors into the water. But that act of vandalism by humans had no effect on me.  Rankala was simply overwhelmingly seductive...Ambabai's in her Temple/ All's right with the world!

 This is how H G Wells describes 'the end' in his ‘The Time Machine’:

“The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number. From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives—all that was over. As the darkness thickened, the eddying flakes grew more abundant, dancing before my eyes; and the cold of the air more intense. At last, one by one, swiftly, one after the other, the white peaks of the distant hills vanished into blackness. The breeze rose to a moaning wind. I saw the black central shadow of the eclipse sweeping towards me. In another moment the pale stars alone were visible. All else was rayless obscurity. The sky was absolutely black.”

When "All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives—all that was over" arrives, will Rankala still be there?

I hope so.

Artist: Les Edwards, 1979 portraying when 'all that was over'

Did Shivaji-maharaj Eat Good, Maharashtra-grown Mangoes?... Dar sift-e-ambah

Today May 13 2013 is Aakshay Trutiya (अक्षय तृतीया) day in  Maharashtrian calendar. My wife believes one should eat the first ripe mango of the season this day.


Steven Weinberg:

"...I am not so sure that world unification is an unmixed blessing. It has the side effect of shrinking the psychological space in which we live. A few hundred years ago large areas of the map were blank, leaving the imagination free to fill them with strange peoples and animals. Even Queen Victoria, who, it is said, tried to taste every fruit grown in the British Empire, never had a chance to try a mango or a durian. Now we can fly anywhere, and we buy mangoes in our local supermarkets. This is not my idea of utopia. Wouldn't it be more exciting to eat a mango if it could be done nowhere but in India? What is the good of getting somewhere quickly if it is no different from the place one has left?..." 

('Five and a Half Utopias', The Atlantic, January 2000) 

Zahir-ud-din Muhammad Babur (1483-1530) in the 'Tuzuk-i-Baburi': 

"Hindustan is a country of few charms. Its people have no good looks; of social intercourse, paying and receiving visits there is none; of genius and capacity none; of manners none; in handicraft and work, there is no form or symmetry, method or quality. There are no good horses, no good dogs, no grapes, musk melons or first-rate fruits, no ice or cold water, nor bread or cooked food in bazaars; no hamams, no colleges, no torches or candlesticks,"

Maybe but what about mangoes, Mr. Babur-Sir?...Did you eat any good mangoes when you were here?

The question that has bothered me  for the past  few years is : Did Shivaji-maharaj (1630-1680) eat good, Maharashtra-grown mangoes?

I mean not necessarily Alphonso and Payari variety on which I have gorged on whenever I have been able to live in Maharashtra during the Mango-months (May and June). 

The best years of course were when I lived in Miraj c 1961-1981 where my father, stretching his limited resources,  really pampered us with the best of mangoes..Devgad, Ratnagiri...every year. Experience of eating such quality mangoes in those numbers was - please note Dr. Weinberg- like living in utopia- "mango utopia".

Coming back to the original question:  most people of Maharashtra DO NOT bother about such things when it comes to Shivaji. 

Whenever Shivaji is mentioned, it is always about battles, army, navy, administration, forts and also caste based politics, his memorial in the Arabian sea...

But for me, 'mango question' is very important. And my guess is Shivaji did NOT eat good mangoes that were grown in Maharashtra.

One of my favourite Marathi books has been 'Peshwekalin Maharashtra' by Vasudev Krushna Bhave, 1936 ('पेशवेकालीन महाराष्ट्र',  वासुदेव कृष्ण भावे). I keep reading it from time to time and it always gives.

Mr. Bhave writes 

"शाहू महाराजांपूर्वी महाराष्ट्रात नाव घेण्याजोग्या फुलबागा व फळबागा अगदी विरळा होत्या; त्यांजकडे लक्ष पुरविण्यास पूर्वीच्या महाराजांना स्वारस्य नव्हते… शाहूमहाराजांनी महाराष्ट्रास रानटी स्थितीतून सुसंकृत  स्थितीत उद्योग केवढा चालवला होता..."

"Before Shahu-maharaj there were very few flower-gardens and fruit-gardens worth their names in Maharashta; earlier rulers had no interest in paying attention to them...So busy was Shahu-maharaj taking Maharashtra from barbaric to civilized society..." 

Mr. Bhave argues that since Shahu-maharaj (1682- 1749) had lived  in the custody of the Mughals (but as a prince) he had tasted the best of flowers and fruits. 

Penelope Hobhouse writes on "The Babur Nama" By Zahir al-Din Babur, edited by Dilip Hiro:

"(Babur) was a great warrior and commander – descended from both Tamburlaine and Genghis Khan – but also with a wonderful eye for nature and landscape. It’s rare to combine warfare and gardening. In The Babur Nama he describes the country in Fergana in Uzbekistan where he grew up, for example, noting the topography and the plants, even though he left when he was only 12. He describes the Judas tree in bloom, and planting willows around a pond and spotting wild tulips in the fields up above Kabul.

I’m writing a book about Mughal gardens at the moment, trying to follow Babur’s trail down from Afghanistan, through the Punjab and on to Delhi. And the amazing thing is that, even when campaigning, if he paused amongst beautiful scenery, he would have his men do some landscaping, enlarging a stream here or moving a bank there. He must have been the most extraordinary man and his memoir makes the best kind of bedside reading: intrigue, conquest, history on an epic scale and gardening!"

Illustrations in the Baburnama regarding the fauna of South Asia.

courtesy: Wikipedia

Is that a mango tree in the bottom right?